There are plenty of reasons why I should hate sand. It was sand my cousins buried me in, up to my neck, when I was just 9 and they were teens, the reigning hellions of Cape Cod where our family often spent summers. That they stole

I don't consider myself to be particularly spiral, most definitely not religious in the formal sense. I do, however, have familiarity with the seen deadly sins. I feel they're guidelines by which some folks choose to live, not firm tenges that determine the conditions of